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Porkchop and Applesauce 2 kittens we adopted 1 kitten lived on 1 kitten funcioning properly now one's gone 1 time to say goodbye but while i'm at school that 1 kitten bled to death no, it wasn't cool now our Applesauce is 4 and Apple just ran out the door i think, just maybe she wants to say goodbye for her sister Porkchop, Died. --Sophie Boston 
To our beloved Red Doberman, Duke, born 9-14-00 and taken all too soon on 9-18-03. Duke, you always had a way of making everyday bright and happy , your goofy ways, the sweet way you'd look at us as if to say "Who, ME?". Your day w/ us here were too few and the tears we have cried many, and I pray you didn't leave this earth without the knowledge that we loved you so very much. I still catch myself wanting to call you in, and wanting to snuggle w/ you on the couch at the end of the day (even though you nearly outweighed me and you tended to smother rather than snuggle, ha ha ha). I hope you know in your heart that there will never be any dog who could ever take your place in our hearts, there is a place reserved there for all eternity. We miss you so very much, till we meet again my sweet boy... Love, mom & the gang
Dear Venora, We are very sad that you had to die in such little time. You are only 11 months old. Wish that you can understand that we are never going to forget you, and you are always going to be in our minds and hearts. I know you're going to be happy where you are going, and you're going to pray for us... and to your sister Shiela for not taking the same virus you have. Please don't ever forget us, as we're surely not going to forget you. WE LOVE YOU VENORA, WITH ALL OUR HEARTS! THESE FEW KISSES FOR YOU xXxXxXxXx EMANUEL ELLUL
In Memory of Cato March 30, 1994 to December 12, 2002 Time To Let Me Go You brought me into your life to give Sammy a friend. He was more than that to me. He was my brother, my teacher, my best buddy. But you had to let him go and now It is time to let me go. You took me on vacations, hikes, and days in the mountains. But now my body is failing me on a walk around the block and It is time to let me go. My life with you was complete, no hunger or pain. But now I turn my head to food, my body aches and It is time to let me go. Mom and Dad, I know it will be hard, but on that last day please take me to a place I loved, for one last walk or moment in the sun, then be with me as Dr. Simpson gives me one last pat on the head. Hold me, look into my eyes so I can see you one last time. Thank you for letting me go. Cato we still miss you each day. Rest in peace my sweet boy. Love Mom, Dad and your buddy Niles
IN REMEMBRANCE OF SADIE Sadie was an 11-year-old Shar Pei. I met Sadie though her mom, Beth, on a blind dog group on the Internet. Sadie had glaucoma and like my Cato, lost her eye sight. I never got to personally meet Sadie since her family lives in Massachusetts and I live in California but through messages with Beth, I felt like I had known Sadie her whole life. She was a lucky girl to have Beth as her mom. Sadie liked walks in the park, laying in the warm spring sun, and playing outside. Even though she could not see, that was no hindrance to her love of life. But Sadie developed other problems she could not conquer and Beth had to let Sadie go this past December. As Beth said a year ago when I lost Cato, both Sadie and Cato will meet someday and talk about how brave they were. Well, Sadie and Cato are together now. Sadie was a faithful friend and companion to Beth. This is in honor of you Sadie, and the happiness you brought to all who knew you.
ZEB They say when you die and go to Heaven all the dogs and cats you've ever had in your life come running to meet you. Until that day, rest in peace. Zebulon July 31, 1989 to February 17, 2004 Zeb, you were an incredible cat. You lived life on your terms, but when you permitted you gave us the great joy to be a part of your world. Life wasn't always fair to you but you made the most out of life. Thank you for loving us and letting us love you. You go play with Muggins, Kate & Murphy across the Rainbow Bridge. Mommy, Chris, Cally, Sparky & Zippy will love you forever. You will always be in our hearts and in our thoughts. We love you Bubsie. Mommy and Chris
Sparky April, 1996 to 09/29/03 I promised Grandma nearly two years ago that I would take good care of you. I hope you felt as much love from me as she gave you. I so miss you and your gentle eagerness to be with me at all times; your soft, little paw, touching me, asking me to pick you up; your wagging tail, expressing your happiness to go riding in the car; your greetings when I got out of the shower; your quick little walk to keep up pace with me; your trust in me when I held you; your big black eyes that held so much love; and your extraordinarily long tongue that I so wish to be kissed. I miss your constant watch on me, following me from room to room, never letting me out of your presence. I miss your nervous chatter barking when another dog was in site or when the doorbell rings. I miss your queer whining when I groomed your nails. I miss saying, "No, licky, Sparky" when you started marathon licking. I miss your attention you gave your companion Cricket; you kept her well-groomed. You were the most gentle creature God has made, yet. You made Grandma so very happy, and I am so glad you were mine, too. I hope you are in her arms right now, and that I will see you again. Never can you be replaced.
Cricket April, 1997 to 11/11/2005 Cricket, my little girl, what joy you brought to my life. Just ounces when given to me, you were the biggest part of me. At one of the roughest times in my life, Mom gave me a six-ounce puppy to take care of. It was the best medicine for us all. You were the light of my life. Too be so tiny and frail at times, you surprised us with your vigor and came back with life so strong. I wanted you to live forever, but I knew that it would be short. So many visits to the veterinarian all throughout your life, but you were worth every penny. When I could no longer give you the attention you needed and deserved, I knew the best place was back with Mom. She misses you, too. Just last week when Mom brought you back to me for a visit, I knew it wouldn't be long before we said our last goodbye. I held you in the crook of my arm and stroked your belly and told you that you would always be my little girl...and you will be. Your sweet kiss told me as much, too. I miss so much about you...your fast spins when relieving yourself or wanting to be picked up (I swear I counted 50 at one time); your cute little bark that barely was when you heard someone at the door or the impatient bark when you really wanted what I was eating, especially the French fries I got just for us; your intent stare when driving the long distance back home to Mom's to tell me you wanted in my arms; your very sweet kisses to greet me each and every time I held you; the prance in your walk, almost as if you knew you were a little lady; your patience with me when taking photos of you (I think you knew you were special); the affection and roughhousing you engaged in with your companion Sparky who died two years ago (I know you missed him greatly). Most of all I miss having your sweet little head resting on my shoulder all night. Mom has said Cricket and Sparky are the only two dogs she's heard of that ever had a college education. You came so willingly with me to school every day and waited in my office till dark. It was nice having you with me all those long days. I love you, Cricket. I loved you like my own child. Thank you for being a part of my life...you made it better. I await till we see each other again. I am so looking forward to seeing you healthy and strong. Find Sparky and tell him I miss him, too. You both are God's sweetest, littlest creatures, yet!
Isadora, my beautiful Persian queen born: 1980 died: 1985 Isadora was a beautiful Shaded Silver Persian. Her eyes were large and green and full of expression. It was almost like looking into the eyes of a human. She came into my life when she was about 2 years old. We only had 3 years together, and it is now 19 years since she died, but I�ll never forget her. She was a wonderful companion, so quiet and dignified and sweet. Isa, you died very horribly and your death was one of the worst things I�ve experienced in life. I blamed myself so much afterwards. Although so many years have passed, I still can�t bear to write down the details. I wanted so much to save you but it was not to be. Now you are happy somewhere at Rainbow Bridge, together with your daughter Kitty and all of the other cats. I love you so much. You will always be in my heart. Anna-Lena (mommy)
Iwanhoe, the one and only Born: 1984 Died: 1998 Iwanhoe was a cr�me and white Persian male. He was a big show-cat and held many titles, but that is not why I remember him. He was simply the greatest, most intelligent and sweet cat I ever had. For 14 years he was my best friend. When I was sad he comforted me with his warm fur and loving purr. Iwen, my beautiful boy, some people would say you were old when you died but I know you weren�t ready to leave life just yet. To the end you behaved like a young cat, eager to go into the garden everyday. However, you got cancer and heart disease as well. I did everything possible to save you, although I knew it was hopeless. I miss you so much. Nobody can ever replace you. You were a cat in a lifetime. Take care of the other cats at Rainbow Bridge until I come. Love always, your mommy Anna-Lena.
Sasha Born 12/1989 Died 12/30/2003 My beloved princess I miss you more than words can express. You were my comfort and a joy to be with. I will miss your junk food cravings and your sleeping on my head every night. You will never be forgotten. Your mom, Michelle
Blue Shiflett/Havens Born July 1988 - Died April 30, 2003 7:42am Feline -British Blue - Guardians - Mike Shiflett and Rick Havens. He is a family member, our kid. Never got a degreee or got his GED or did any of that. But, He is the only living thing I've ever come in contact that loves me and requires no work on my part to uphold this relationship. He is true to his way and I know him as I know any friend. He's my absolute best friend with exception to my life partner who knows me a bit better. I miss him already. Bluie is for both of us and he is part of our family. Calling him a living thins is not quite right, for if he spoke he would be our child. He's far from being just a "cat". When it's my turn, or Rick's turn I hope that the first thing we see is Bluie. Nothing will EVER replace our Bluie. If there's something on the other side, I know that he would be there because he's as good as anyone I've ever met. Nothing quite compares to having someone you love die in your arms, but it's far less fair to not have a chance to see them go and tell them you love them all the while. Little Blue died today and we both miss him and cry for him. But we both know that he had a great life that ended quickly and spared all of us the pain of a drawn out sickeness. For that we are grateful. We mourn the loss of our freind and I can truly say that my life will be forever changed. I hope that I draw strenght from this little guy to help make me a better guardian for the rest and for those who will come. LOVE always Bluie.... Mike and Rick
Maggie Born July 10th, 1998 Taken by cancer February 5th 2003. Though you with us for only a short while you left a big empty space in our lives when you left. Beloved pet, best friend and member of our family. Forever in our hearts, Sorely missed. The Perdriel family
Jade "Jade and I met eachother in the spring of '95. Shortly thereafter, I introduced her to a handsome German, by the name of Bo, and they hit it off...well...not really...but they made puppies. And what gorgeous puppies they made! That was to be the first litter of puppies that she had, but not the last. Jade and I (and my son) traveled southern Michigan, Ohio and Indiana, and finally found our place in southern Michigan...Jade loved me when I felt no one else did, and kept me warm on some cold nights...Jade fought off the 'evil kitties' in the area, and was always there, wagging her stump... Jade gave up her guard duty in April '03. We took our last ride together. She is buried in the woods beneath a bench where she can now just lay down and listen. And I know that she hears me when I sit on the bench and tell her that I miss her."
Beebsan- You were my best friend for the past 10 years, ran to my side whenever you saw my tears. Till today when I had to put you down, I miss you so badly-not having you around. Couldn't believe it when you became ill, I will love you forever-even now that your still. Please give me a sign that I made the right choice- What I wouldn't give to hear that "kitty" voice. Love you Beebs- Love mommy.
Gaz Hume 1999-2003 I'll love you forever and keep your memory close to my heart. You were my best buddy. You were only with me a short time, but I've never had a cat touch my soul in the way that you did. I rescued you when you were a kitten and you rescued my heart. Words can't express the sorrow that I feel now, but I hope that someday, when my time comes to go to heaven, you'll be waiting for me to spend eternity with you. Love always, Mommy
Shona, October 14, 2003 My wife and I lost our beloved Shona on October 14, 2003, due to a very short-term illness. Shona was a black Scottish terrier with beautiful silver features around her eyes and chin. The first time we saw her was on a trip to White Marsh Mall pet center, she was in the window staring me right in the eyes, I told my wife Kim that she needed to see this "Scotty " in the window. She weighed about 3-4 pounds and was 9 weeks old with a very playful disposition, I still remember taking her into the little play room at the pet center to spend time with the pup, and she constantly tried to untie my shoe laces. Kim and I had a mixed terrier that was getting up in age named Kiko at the time and didn't know if getting a puppy was the right thing to do so we waited. Over the next day or two we constantly brought up what a cute pup she was, and if she was there when we returned to the mall we would get her. I few days later we were there and so was our Scotty puppy. We brought her home in a large Cardboard box the had holes cut out in the side and a new toy we hard bought her. We will always have the fondest memories of you Shona. It never mattered what kind day we had because you were there when we came home. You showed us unconditional love and brought happiness into our lives.
For Aspen August 1995- July 21, 2003 You were the best of friends, the greatest of companions. So many adventures we had together or ball games in the backyard or quiet times with your head on my lap. All of your friends will miss you. You were always so smart and always had a way of making yourself understood. Taught me a lot too. How to love completely and purely. How to have fun and never stop until exhausted, rest, then go again. To eat the good stuff first. To always remember your friends and make a fuss over them. They were the best of times until the cancer took your life piece by piece. Life can be cruel. But I can think of all those good times and how you brought so much joy to my life. That joy lingers on inside of me and in those who loved you. Goodbye good puppy. I love you. Karen
Jesse - Feb. 11, 2003 to Aug. 29, 2003 Dear Jesse, It�s hard to say we told you, Just how much you meant to us, we wish that we�d have one more chance, And let you jump on us. Your bone, your bear, your bowl All sit where you last left them, We hurt so much for you, We�re sad that you have left us. You�ve left this empty spot That tingles at your memory, A spot that bears such love and guilt, A spot that we both carry. Your dad and I miss you so much, And wish that you�d be here, But just incase your listening, We deeply love and miss you here. We don�t know what to do from here, Please give us just a sign, Your spirit was so innocent, We want to know your fine. We wish that we could hold you, And know in beautiful grass you lye, But since that world is not in our sight We�ll try to be strong while painful tears we�ll cry. Love, Dad and Mom
For Blacky. You came into my life, lonely and needing love. I would sit on the tiles and smoke, you would come sit on my knee. By Christmas, I had bought you a gift in case you came to visit. On New Year's, you sat beside me on the couch as the new year rolled in - "Happy New Year Black," I said, and you meowed. It was a happy new year for you. Out of work, I stayed at home for several weeks. When I started work, you still had Paul. In May, they tried to take you away, but I fixed it for you. It was weeks before you even realised they had gone. We walked along the beachside path, until we reached the point where you would stop and cry, waiting until we came back that way again. You learned to play games with people - golf, and the brilliant rubber ball. You waxed fat and catty. A year on, we celebrated your moved. You had your favourite treats, and sat outside with us in the car park, showing the world your pride. In bed on Sunday morning, you came and kissed me - stalked up and planted two big, wet kitten kisses on my nose. You ran in and out, knocking at the door when you wished to return. You had really started to relax, and we wallowed in your love. You had adventured on the beach. A week later, you left us. I collected you from the vet, and held you in my arms. You lay close to me on the bed until all the warmth was gone. You had run out without saying so much as goodbye (needing the toilet in all likelihood, I was late home) but we tried our best to say goodbye to you. We couldn't keep your dear, lifeless body with us, but we take you always and everywhere in our hearts. Your unfailing love and thankfulness, your care and concern for Friend-Lexie, and your pride in your adopted family, will stay with us, lighting the way long after your picture fades.
Espresso 2000-2003 You were such a special cat. My youngest one who I thought was going to be there with me the longest. I remember last July when you accidentally bit me & then brought me a live lizard to apologize. Since that day we seemed to have a special bond. I just can't believe you're gone. Just the day before you were hanging out with me & now less than 24 hours later you are gone. The vet said poisoned; by who, why, how; so many unanswered questions and no way to know the answers. When I brought you home from the vet you were supposed to stay with me and then return to the vet's the next day when they found out what had happened. Instead at 4:30 am you left no longer able to continue the fight against the poison that was attacking you. At least I was holding you & you were not alone. Now, everywhere I look I am reminded of you; such a small beast yet you filled so much of my life. All of us miss you. I will see you again someday and then I can thank you for all the love you so freely gave. Ciao! Susie Rae & the rest of the beasties ( Rosie, Flash, Possum, Keiko, Tabitha, Ginger Tom, Silkie, Maggie, Kisse Kat) United States
R.I.P. 1989 - June 7, 2003 Blue was the school dog of The Francis W. Parker Charter Essential School in Ayer, MA. She was believed to be a Husky/German Shepard mix. She wasn't our sports team mascot, but she was still our Blue. She belonged to a teacher named Deb, who adopted her in 1997. Blue, unlike my dogs, would never get nervous or over-excited around strangers. She would treat them like family. Out of all the kids in the school, she would mostly hang out with the high schoolers, because Deb was an eleventh and twelfth grade teacher. At one time, she used to wear a T-shirt! A year ago, when I was a new-coming seventh-grader at the school, I would be flattered every time Blue passed my way in the hall. I would pet or rub her. Not only that, I gave her the nickname "Bluey Baby" (don't ask me why. I have this horrible habit of calling every cute animal I see a baby). Sometimes she would lie in the sun outside. The teachers even put a "dog x-ing" sign in the parking lot! One memory, hold the onions! One day, our teacher told us that Deb's dog Blue was put to sleep because of kidney failure making her unhappy. My heart was broken, but I took it fine. Later, at lunch, I was looking for my sister so I could ask her if she knew the news. "If I were my sister, where would I be?" I thought. I then remembered that she was always in room 21 at lunch. I came in to see that my sister was playing a game. "Hey, Abby" I said. "Did you hear? Blue passed away." "WHAT?!?!" she blurted out. Little did I know that one of Abby's teachers wasn't going to tell her students the news until the end of the day. She was almost in tears. I felt very sorry that I made her sad. Later, she said that I didn't have to apologize to her. It was just a foolish mistake. My school might not get another school dog because more and more students have pet allergies. Don't worry, Blue. You may be gone, but you're always with us in school spirit. Oh c'mon, don't look at me with that sad look! -Julia Stevens Francis W. Parker Charter School student
I never got to name you. I remember waiting for the school bus and hearing you crying from the woods out past the cornfield. I remember the trepidation of leaving the school bus behind disappearing when I found you tangled and bleeding in that trap. After I pried you out, your first words to me were warm and wet on my cheek. I carried you 2 miles back to my house and no matter how heavy you got, I'd be damned if you would ever be laid down in snow again. Mom, Dad, and I took you to the vet to get you clean and healthy, and to see if anyone around town was missing you. Then I had to leave you to go to school. When I got home you were shining with a red ribbon tied around your neck and you were so happy to see me. I knew they wouldn't let me keep you. I understood about already having one dog, and finding a really good home for you, but I didn't care. For those two days you were mine. Not Mom's, not the family's all mine. I felt like I had a million dollar secret, and I didn't want to tell anybody. We gave you away to a boy and his mom. It was the right thing to do. His father had just left him, and he'd never been blessed with a dog. And you liked him! I saw you wag your beautiful tail, and chase and kiss him. I was sorry to say goodbye, but confident it had to be. Dad wrote about you, it was Christmas, and everybody was happy. Bullshit. You were mine. You cried out to me and needed me. I never told anybody how important you were to me because I wanted to do good for everybody else. And look what happened. The boy and his mom moved. He was troubled and they fought. The neighbors complained because you were barking outside in the snow. Boy and mom couldn't handle the responsibility, the privilege of providing for a playful, excitable, and barking lab, and you ended up in the shelter. I know you were looking for me to find you again, but I didn't know. I still don't know what happened to you, but I heard that you were euthanized. I prayed that you never thought you were unwanted, or that you were a bad boy. It was my turn to cry for you then and I did for a long time, sometimes I still do. Now, sixteen years later, I've forgiven mom and boy whom I didn't really know. My mom and dad were always a source of comfort and love and can do no wrong in my eyes. I can even understand the need for corn farmer to lay his traps, although he never trapped again in those woods. I laugh about the irony and "life's a bitch, " but I will never forgive myself for keeping quiet. I could've shouted for you, should have fought for you, and would have run away for you. You were the best friend I never had. You were mine.
Harpo 1990-2003 I loved You Best So this is where we part, My friend, and you'll run on, around the bend, gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not it's length. One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you. And I,fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the head I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this....I loved you best! Copyright Jim Willis Brooks, Ab. Canada love furever Mom ( Shannon M. Larson)
Tobi 1985-1994 I loved You Best So this is where we part, My friend, and you'll run on, around the bend, gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not it's length. One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you. And I,fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the head I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this....I loved you best! Copyright Jim Willis Brooks, Ab. Canada love furever Mom ( Shannon M. Larson)
Pastel's Bare Essentials " Cilla" 1995-2001 I loved You Best So this is where we part, My friend, and you'll run on, around the bend, gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not it's length. One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you. And I,fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the head I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this....I loved you best! Copyright Jim Willis Brooks, Ab. Canada love furever Mom ( Shannon M. Larson) |
